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Malakai stared at the magazine article for way too long. Apart of him, slightly numb to it, while the other half of him desired to throw up; as one always did when they were given more images of their own mother half naked and talking about her sex life, along with the production of her toy line for two pages. After all these years, one would think the man would be used to it, but truly -- it never came to full terms. Shutting the magazine -- why it having fell into his hands in the first place, a entirely other triggering story -- he looked up at the person across from him. “Okay, I need a lighter -- rather to burn this crap, or my eyes out, I haven’t decided.” He stated, in the back of his mind knowing if there was ever a reason to drink, it’d be this. “You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette on you, huh? Or maybe, even my will to live?” 

“So, I had a customer come in today, and she wanted her boyfriend’s name tattooed over her heart.” She began, a roll of her eyes following the statement. “Okay, first off, live your life, girl, but honestly? Dumb.” Helena would never understand why anyone thought significant other tattoos were a good idea. In her book, they were an omen, and one that rarely failed. “Anyways, that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that her boyfriend accompanied her to this appointment, and --- he accompanied me about a week ago.” She added, “When I recognized him, I thought, hm, Helena, be a good person. So, I tried -- I was gonna talk this poor soul out of what would absolutely be a mistake. This was until she started to get nasty, and while, I could’ve turned her away. Gain a few points with the big man upstairs, I thought -- oh, okay, sweetheart, lets play.” Helena was nothing if not petty, and this little incident was too good to pass up. “So, I tattooed the asshole’s name on her. Nice, bold, pretty, and on her way out, I let her know that he wasn’t very good in bed to warrant a place on your body, sweetheart. And shut the door on her.” That was absolutely wrong of her, but damn, did it feel so right. “So, if I wasn’t going to hell before, I definitely am now. First class, baby.” She stated, with a simple shrug of her shoulders. “On another note, how was your day?” @elisabethstarters​

“Okay, kid, you’re clear.” Malakai stated as he took the duffel bag off his shoulder and gently sat it upon the floor. Unzipping the bag, a young boy would scurry out of the bag. Niko stood, and smiled up at Kai, in which he would return, only for him to look up and find that they now had the attention of someone else. “I’d just like to clarify that he got into that bag himself. And it’s a long story, but I did not kidnap a kid.” He’d find himself immediately firing off, Niko turning to the other person and nodding in agreement, before turning back to Kai and asking about ice cream. Soon after, he’d make his way pass the other individual, nonchalantly, while Malakai gave them a shrug, “Kids.” He laughed, slightly nervous, “Please don’t call the cops. He’s my neighbors kid. And apparently he thought this was a better escape then being seen by the girl he likes.” He gave pause, as an entirely different thought came to mind. “If you found out that I carried your kid around in a duffel bag, you’d probably never let me babysit again, huh?” @elisabethstarters​

Today was proving to be incredibly bad day. Between her mind playing tricks on her today at work, and making a complete idiot of herself in front of her superiors; forgetting to pick JJ up from school, and then returning home just in time to find one of her brothers and another fighting in the front yard. Receiving a fist to the face as she tried to break the pair up, she could honestly say she was relieved the day was coming to an end. Sliding into a stool, at one of the nearest bars she could find, she glanced over at the bartender, catching his eye with her own, and a followed nod, before down at her hands. “Lets make a deal.” She spoke after a brief second, barely glancing at the person beside her, “If you don’t ask, nor talk about all the shit that’s going on on the island right now, I’ll buy every drink that touches this counter top.” She offered up, truly hoping that they were feeling the same way she was. “I’ll throw in food, or whatever else, if you could just make sure my ass gets in a cab at the end of this night. No matter what.” @elisabethstarters​